Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.